The pink-haired girl looked terrified. She didn't belong here at all. Her hoodie was bright pink, topped with floppy bunny ears.
A ruffled mini skirt swayed above white lace-trimmed shirt sleeves, the whole outfit straight out of a lolita fashion catalogue.
She looked like an anime character in the 2000s who had wandered into the wrong world.
"Hiii! I-I'm sorry! I didn't do anything wrong!"
Seamus loosened his grip on her arm, but before he could speak, the system flashed a notification before his eyes.
[A Vampire spotted! Do you want to make her your target?]
His breath caught. He scanned her from head to toe. She didn't look like any vampire he'd ever seen—at least, not like the ones he had crossed paths with so many times before.
Still, a vampire was a vampire. And every vampire he had loved, fought beside, or shared a bed with had been anything but innocent.
"Don't play dumb. You're a vampire, aren't you? You should know who I am. Which covenant are you from?"
